Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Poem

Rain falls,
     as do I to my knees
at the sudden sound of your passing.

You mumbled something under your breath
     and reached for some unseen item at the table
and that was it;

     slumped over in your chair unmoving,
a mere shadow of your former self:
     you were gone…

leaving only gloomy storm-clouds on my morning
     and an empty, aching void
where once beat and beat (for your love)

my heart.

(c) 2009 by L.A. Sherman

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